Tag: poet

Happy November 1st! To those of you that observe Día de los Muertos, I want to wish you amor para siempre! I didn't grow up observing this holiday with my Cuban family, but I feel so connected to its meaning. While my family views death and passing as a time for solemn grief, I find... Continue Reading →

Does it make you uncomfortable to digest this defective conception that we, with two flowers, stems, and one humble home for some potential someones ~flower children~ must collect the soft pillow they’d have laid their little heads on in a soppy, sloppy bandage, or else cork the very rite of passage they didn’t go through,... Continue Reading →

Listen closely, pretty girl, to these words. Others will lie and say they are not true and that you must focus your energy on keeping that pretty look. But that is a lie. You might think that you are less than the girl with blue eyes or blonde hair or clear skin or subtle curves... Continue Reading →

I tell her how damaging diet culture is and how it makes us think we must shrink ourselves and deprive ourselves of so many good things, and she nods, agrees, then takes a bite out of her meal bar. I tell her eating less than 1500 calories a day can cause lasting harm to her... Continue Reading →

To my scarlet letter strands, thank you for being the mane that can never be a rein allowing a man to guide me as he rides me in the wrong direction. Thank you for being the mane that slaps men in their red faces ashamed of the cat calls I confront. Bellowing out my siren... Continue Reading →

When I think of the possibility of you and me being just a season, of these falling leaves indicating impending winter, my tree's branches crack as it is simultaneously uprooted, and the hole left behind is a thoracic crater. The soil is rich with insect memories crawling in and out of my brain. Clicking legs... Continue Reading →

Sounds like bells drip off your lips pooling into a pond of promise. Vows ring out of golden tulips singing sweet petal soft sonnets. Whispers become songs from sanctuary towers chiming a reminder of time. With time comes growth and volume rises lifting you up Liberty’s spine. In this tower lives a bell so bulbous... Continue Reading →

For some time now I’ve wanted to start a serious blog, one where I would freely discuss the issues that matter to me (intersectional feminist issues: mental health/illness, racism, sexism, ableism, etc.), but also where I can allow my creative work to be accessible to others. As a writer, putting your work out in the... Continue Reading →